Patron of the Dirtied Steeples
So gracious is the noontime light
From past the peaks depart,
Dripping gently ‘cross the sky -
A hallowed saintly art.
In sacred grasses, I shall dwell;
In holy fields, I’ll lay
Whilst morning dove and trembling lamb
Go forth and tread away.
Off - off, they must, to foreign lands!
To Frankfort - to the sea!
Parting from so divine a glow;
A haunting, striking feat!
For alone in blessed brilliance,
An inebriate, I’ll become
And stagger ‘bout my church of dirt
‘Til the parting of the sun-
Gwendolyn Fry '20
Edith Garlow Memorial Poetry Contest, First Place